Falling cliff mountain.

"How could I have such an impulse in the cafeteria? ”

It seems that after He Li's incident, there has always been a force in his heart that does not belong to him that dominates him, when he left the place where Chen Donglai and Wang Huachu were sitting, Yu Ping actually felt that something was wrong, if Yu Ping had said sorry in the past, although he had no conflict and left, but when he arrived at Leng Feng, he couldn't help it with his words, as if there was a anger that had to be sent out, and he didn't know the other party's strength at all, so he didn't care about the consequences, or he didn't have hatred with that knife Leng Feng.

"Is it because of my own progress in cultivation, or is it the reason for the breakthrough of the internal strength and mental method?" Yu Ping couldn't figure it out for a while, anyway, he felt that he was more contradictory, such as what he said earlier, and he would overturn it after a while;

Yu Ping also discovered a strange thing, that is, after killing He Li that night, it didn't take long for him to calm down, although He Li was damned, but he was not like this before, at least he couldn't achieve this feeling of killing a person as easily as slaughtering a chicken.

In the past, when Zhang Hu was there, he watched him twist the neck of the pheasant he hunted, or grab the rabbit's head with one hand, and tear the skin of the pheasant at its neck with the other hand until it was the hind legs.

What's more, He Li is such a big living person, and after the-for-tat confrontation with Leng Feng in the cafeteria, Yu Ping felt that he had a problem in his heart;

"Old Master Guo often said that the most important thing for a person is his state of mind, is killing people also a state of mind?"

Of course, "people do not hurt the tiger's heart, but the tiger is harmful to people's will; if there are these signs, they must be stifled, rather than endured if they can endure." This is also what Old Master Guo said.

Yu Ping always thought that he knew that the sect had disputes like the world, and swallowing his anger would only make it worse, so he changed his mood, but he didn't expect that the change in his mood was because of the black vein that connected the dantian and the brain.

Yu Ping is not a pedantic person, if he can't figure it out, he won't want to do it anymore, he can't do it again, becoming stronger is the key, and he focuses on cultivation.

Sure enough, after Yu calmed down and ran the internal strength method, he calmed down all of a sudden, and no longer thought about the things that bothered him.

Now the time spent cultivating internal strength, that is, cultivating the black vein, is longer than cultivating true qi in a day.

Because when cultivating this new black vein, I can feel that I am getting stronger and refreshed, while when I cultivate the true qi, I feel that my dantian is swollen and painful, and my heart is tired.

Why does the sect have to break through the third layer to be considered a formal inner disciple, because the third layer and the seventh layer are both levels, especially when the third layer is in place, so this is determined by the spiritual roots of each person, and the advantage of talent is reflected, and it can be easily broken through.

And now this level is like a choking Yu Ping's neck.

In fact, Yu Ping's spiritual root is not the worst, only a little miscellaneous, and he is alone here, it is completely a black light blind exploration, cultivation also needs a method, the worse the spiritual root, the more methods are slowly pondered, that is, Su'er, who has helped Yu Ping a lot, does not necessarily have a good method, because geniuses don't need it at all, but the worse the spiritual root, people will think of innovation.

I can't help but think of the old master Guo's admonition in the past, "Dragons and dragons, phoenixes and phoenixes, black crows live in the mountains and forests, and don't underestimate the crows and black, and fly freely sometimes." ”

"It seems that I am going to find a new kind of miscellaneous labor, and perhaps that will help me. ”

But immediately Yu Ping knew that it was impossible to find someone to help now, at least it was unrealistic before the big competition after the autumn; after all, they were not together at the beginning, and they couldn't establish trust, everyone was competing with each other on the contrary, and they couldn't go to the bottom of Zifeng Mountain, so they weren't afraid of Leng Feng and Wang Huachu, but that would definitely bring trouble to the fat man.

The only way is to ponder by oneself and cultivate according to one's own thoughts.

"Maybe the person Deng Jiuming said is a treasure trove in itself, and you need to dig it yourself, then the most suitable for yourself may be the best, at least now I feel that the benefits of cultivating the inner Fa heart skills far outweigh the disadvantages. Yu Ping sorted out his thoughts and began to really attach importance to the cultivation of the black vein.

On this day, when Yu Ping stood on the flat ground and mobilized his true qi to the black vein to send out a fire dragon technique at the trunk of a tree fifty meters below the flat ground, he saw a small black light flash out from Yu Ping's palm and hit the trunk of the tree, only to see the big tree at the mouth of the bowl tremble.

"Alas, this power is not a fire dragon technique, a fire snake technique, it is just a small black dot, and it has not been directly beaten out with true qi to look good. ”

When Yu Ping was sighing, he only heard a loud sound, as if something was bursting, looked up, and saw a green smoke coming from the trunk of the tree that was hit, and then the upper half of the trunk slowly fell, and the huge blow caused the pheasant pecked in the forest to cluck and jump to the ground, at this time Yu Ping didn't have the time to pay attention to how there were so many pheasants, but looked at the two places that were still smoking, walked down, the high temperature remaining at the broken trunk shrank to the outstretched hand, Yu Ping was overjoyed, until the green smoke was not there, the two ends lit by the fire dragon technique were also burned more than a meter each, Yu Ping touched the burning place of the tree trunk that was still standing with his hand, the black charcoal that burned for more than a meter and was still standing drifted away with the wind like black dust. Only a small section stood there in blackness, like a burning stick.

"This is too strong! If He Li is burned by the true qi like this, then there is no need to bury it, and there is no slag. Looking at the results that he had been pondering for more than half a month, Yu Ping's heart had never been so satisfied.

If Yu Ping had known, there was now a grassroots monk who was similar to He Li's statue in the Inner Gate Law Enforcement Hall, and the teacup in his hand was fluttering down like flour, and he was muttering to himself, "Falling Cliff Mountain, the Great Formation of the Sect?"

In fact, Yu Ping, who was in the early stage of cultivation, looked up to himself too much, first of all, not to mention that this person was active, especially a monk, and then said that if someone cultivated a higher level of body protection true qi, it would make you have no problem.

But it is precisely because of this self-confidence that Yu Ping has unearthed more wonderful uses of black veins.

During this time, Yu Ping excavated the magic of blessing and mutation from the black veins.

For example, in the spirit sword technique, the effect of this technique through the black vein is much greater than that of directly using true qi, and it is fast and accurate, which has a greater blessing effect; as for the fire dragon technique, it is mutated, if others just think that this is just a useless flame, it will be unlucky, and the trees can be seen to burn into fine ash, which is like compressing the flame to the extreme.

The only flaw is that whether it is the sword shape of the true qi of the spirit sword technique or the flame of the fire dragon technique, it is black, which makes Yu Ping very puzzled, why the internal force meridian is still colorless, and the spell used with the true qi is black, and the current Yu Ping only thinks that the internal force and the true qi are different cultivation systems, because there is no better answer.

It's just that these two spells optimized by the black veins can really only be used as a method of killing, and they can't even be used in broad daylight, he only knows that no matter what kind of true qi is used, the color of the basic attribute of the true qi itself has the color of the transformative black, and Yu Ping only thinks that he is just a miscellaneous disciple and can't contact and learn more.

Yu Ping also tried some other spells, except for the giant wood technique, which seems to be pretty good, but because he hasn't practiced this kind of spell yet, the power is not very great. In Yu Ping's opinion, the current spirit sword technique and fire dragon technique are enough, and he still understands the truth of being greedy and chewing too much.

Yu Ping is already very satisfied with his current self, and the most important thing now is to prepare for the post-autumn test, the news he got from the cafeteria, he really belongs to the bottom of the realm of cultivation, if it was in the past, it would be Yu Ping's biggest trouble, but now this does not exist, it is not that he became bold and ignorant after killing people, and he was fearless.

It is the pride and self-confidence that emanates from Yu Ping from the inside out, just like Yao Shaosi saw this person who was lower than his own cultivation, but he believed it in his heart.

Of course, this is not to say that Yu Ping is not stable and introverted, but that his temperament has changed and improved.

Since he didn't plant back the green fruits, Yu Ping has never gone out to see the rising sun so early, or he has no intention of paying attention to the grandeur of the morning glow covering the earth. At this time, Yu Ping was in the open forest on the valley, standing straight, with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance slightly, the light that could not tell whether it was orange or vermilion pink squeezed over softly and quickly, like a beautiful blooming flower, colorful, the mist in the forest changed from gray to light, and then to mist, and he fled without a trace;

"Oh!oh!" the pheasant crowed through the woods.